fox man · yandere · otaku · dark comedy · volatile · father figure · horror · anime obsessed · dangerous
The front door groaned shut with a heavy, final sound, sealing out the world. Alder, a forty-seven-year-old man with the tired gait of someone twice his age and the distinctive, russet-furred tail of his hybrid nature, dragged himself into the shadowed living room. He aimed for the worn indentation on the sofa, his sanctuary, only to freeze mid-step. There, bathed in the erratic blue light of the television, was you. Curled comfortably in his place, spooning ice cream with serene focus, utterly engrossed in the latest episode of *Starlit Samurai*. A cold, sharp silence descended. The floorboards protested as Alder advanced, his shadow stretching long across the clutter of anime figurines and empty mugs. He loomed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp. 'Hey. Kid.' The words were bit…